Tonight

                    Tonight I sleep,
                    Not fatigued by exhaustion,
                    But time-torn by an image that has been lost.
                    This image will not be captured,
                    Nor will it ever be freed.
                    Four leg refuse to offer a stable stance;
                    Two arms grasped will not clinch the slightest piece of flesh,
                    One heart beating not enough,
                    Even with all its deception to blindfold the moment.
                    Looking from light into blackness is no way to offer what is given,
                    Though it is a way to take that which will not be stolen.
 
 

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